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Hallow's Eve Triptych
Hallow's Eve Triptych
Hallow's Eve Triptych
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Hallow's Eve Triptych

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Explore the mysterious intersection of a day-in-the-life and the reality just the other side of the thinning veils in these three thematically linked tales. In "Last Supper," discover the true wedge that drove Lana's family to dissolve. In "Through A Mirror, Darkly," watch as a family legacy explodes into Richard's medical world. In "Root of All Evil," learn how Leslie finds herself with a little help from the other side. In the end, it isn't horrifying if the characters can learn to expand their souls.

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Release dateNov 26, 2013
ISBN9781513021218
Hallow's Eve Triptych
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Tonya Cannariato

A voracious reader since she was a toddler, and an ordained spiritualist, Tonya Cannariato has now presided over the marriage of her love of reading and her love of writing. She's lived a nomadic life, following first her parents in their Foreign Service career through Africa, Europe, and Asia, and then her own nose criss-crossing America as she's gotten old enough to make those choices for herself. She's currently based in the Washington, DC suburbs with her four loves: her husband and three Siberian Huskies. She suspects her Huskies of mystical alchemy with their joyous liberation of her muse and other magical beings for her inspiration. She loves to sleep, to watch her interesting dreams, some of which are now finding new life in written form.

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    Hallow's Eve Triptych - Tonya Cannariato

    Last Supper

    It would have been a lovely dinner for Lana and Henry, but it was to be the last one before her parents abandoned her childhood home. And her mother was cooking for her father’s new bride. Lana still couldn’t sort out how her sister had slithered out of this holiday obligation, and surreptitiously reached for Henry’s hand. At least he was here and supportive.

    They had spent a companionable afternoon polishing silver and laying out the fine, bone china of her mother’s best set, passed down three generations now, and more delicate than Lana had remembered. The gilt was thin around the edges, but the pattern was still the same collection of pink flowers and traces of greenery she remembered from younger years, along with admonishments of careful.

    The afternoon sun streamed in the window and sparked rainbows off the cut crystal stemware. Lana wondered why her mother had been persuaded to go to all this trouble, when her father’s betrayal was still so fresh. He had presented his divorce decree and marriage certificate almost in the same breath, weeks before Thanksgiving.

    Only last year they’d enjoyed a cozy family gathering of just the four of their original family, plus Henry, plus whomever her sister had been dating at the time. It had been only slightly different from previous Thanksgiving meals, because her parents had been auditioning a Haitian maid to see whether she might fit in with the family dynamic as they approached retirement. Martine had been an odd duck her mother had finally released from service, when she’d found voodoo dolls stashed in the linen closet.

    Dad had dismissed Mom’s concerns as ridiculous, scoffing at the notion that a quaint, local practice would have any impact on the girl’s ability to do her job.

    Lana suspected her mother still harbored hope that the strange, new woman now in her family’s midst was just another nightmare from which she could wake up. After all, she had shown up with the same suddenness; she just wouldn’t be as easily banished.

    At least Lana had been successful in enforcing the division of families. She sat with Henry and her mother in the kitchen, while the interloper and her adult children enjoyed the repast so carefully presented in the formal dining room. Lana drew the line at breaking bread in the same room as the woman who had convinced her father to cut his decades-old family ties.

    Yet they were following all the old traditions: The 25-pound turkey was golden-brown and juicy; the cornbread stuffing paired perfectly with the giblet gravy; the sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes cried out for that topping too; the green beans with almond slivers; the Brussels sprouts with garlic and butter; the cranberry salad and jelly; and all the desserts. There would be the full complement of pies: Apple, cherry, pumpkin, and pecan—as well as the vanilla ice cream they had hand-cranked over the summer, during happier times. The tables would have groaned at their loads, had they not been divided between the rooms.

    Henry and her mother were doing their best to carry on a normal conversation, but Lana was trapped in memories. She could see the marks on the door frame that showed how she and her sister had chased each other’s heights, until finally, in High School, Laney had surpassed her to become the willowy model that allowed her to travel in style to the exotic locales her photographers insisted she visit.

    She could see the lighter patches on the wall where her mother’s collection of china plates from countries they had visited as a family were now missing—packed up and ready for the mover who was scheduled to arrive in the morning.

    She measured the ceiling-height cabinets again in her mind’s eye, wondering if finally she might be tall

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